Afternoon chill-out

Sunny afternoons always slow the blood, make her head light and lazy. She stretches out beside the pool, skin already warm, the yellow light spreading across her stomach. One knee bends, the other falls open, and her hand slides between her thighs. She is bare and smooth, every inch of her shaved. The dildo waits on the tile, thick, glistening. She takes it, presses the fat head to her opening, and sinks it deep in one slow push. Her cunt grips it, hot and wet, letting it stretch her wide. Each lazy thrust pulls another soft sound from her throat. She keeps the rhythm unhurried, savoring the heat that climbs from her belly to her throat, breathing heavier as the pressure builds, until her hips lift and the pool water laps gently at the edge, keeping time with every measured, filthy stroke.